"NO!" I screamed. "Mum, Dad, you can't do this to yourselves," I repeated again and again to them but they wouldn't listen. They were drunk. I knew it.
"Sweetie! It's going to be OK!" my mum laughed and stroked my chin as if I was her pet. My dad looked more serious. He had that red, devilish look in his eyes that made me shudder every time I looked at him.
I was terrified. More terrified then I had ever been. I had never thought my own parents would do this to themselves and their own daughter. The ones who raised me, and told me that life was a beautiful gift from God that you should never give away. But not now.
My mum pulled the trigger of the gun.
I pleaded and begged but nothing would make my parents change their mind. They both grabbed the gun and at that moment I felt like ending my chances of being too. But I couldn't, it just didn't feel right.
"Goodbye sweetie." they both said to me and my dad came towards me as he kissed me on the cheek. Tears were running down my face like it was raining. I knew it was going to happen one day. I always heard them talking about it. Any minute now...
BOOM. They were dead. I immediately knelt down on the ground screaming in shock and utter denial ignoring the blood seeping through my shorts and all over my body. I was sweating like crazy now.
What was I supposed to happen now? What was I supposed to do? The first thing I knew that I couldn't do- phone the police. So I walked down to the basement and started to look for clues. I was on my own now. I was on the search for paradise.
